Pipsqueak's Liquid Lunch

Pipsqueak gulped hard as Scootaloo approached. Even weighed down by cartons of fast food she could really move her legs. For a small Pegasus mare, she was incredibly intense and strong for her size. Something they both understood going by the amount of times Scootaloo had beaten Pipsqueak at hoofwrestling.

"I'm gone for FIFTY MINUTES. What. Happened?"

She glared at Rumble. Despite being twice her weight, the big stallion seemed to falter under her gaze.

"What happened, was after you left you we were both just hanging out on the couch and then Pipsqueak left to go to the bathroom and I got bored so I was thinking of you and started getting hard and then Pipsqueak comes back and he's got a boner and then he started talking about my dick and then we decided to compare the size and then he wanted to blow me and I said yes so... Yeah..."

Scootaloo scrunched her nose up. "Is that so? That fast for Pip to get his lips around your dick?"

Rumble nodded sagely.

Pip winced. "y-yeah"

"Well, looks like you have to pay up rumble. I was gone for less then an hour."

"Fiiiine." Rumble shifted his weight on the sofa, and slammed some bits on the table. Scootaloo swiped the coins into her saddlebag without even counting.

Pip blinked, his body still tensed for a beating. "Wot?"

Scootaloo began to unload her fast food cargo and started placing it on the table. An Extra Large cup of root beer sloshed in her grip as she passed it to Rumble.

"Was I? Wait." Pip swiftly looked back and forth at the two pegasi.

"Was this a set up?"

"Yes and no." Answered Rumble with a sigh after a long pull on his straw. "This was a bet. And I lost."

"Lost HARD!" snickered Scootaloo, slurping some sprite.

"Lemme explain." Scootaloo cleared her throat before Pipsqueak could interject. "Pip, I know you have a crush on Rumble. Every time we were hanging out together as a group of friends, you would always be walking behind him, or if you're sitting down you'd be sitting next to him, and the more I watched you the more I noticed that you were usually staring at him or his butt or his face. Despite Rumble catching the eye of practically every other mare around him, he was completely oblivious to the fact that you had eyes for him."

"What did you say I had?" Rumble asked.

"Gay horse blinders." Scootaloo reminded.

"Right." Rumble thoughtfully bit into an oatburger.

"So, when I told featherbrain here about it he didn't believe me. I bet Rumble 20 bits that if I arranged him and you alone together in a room that in less than an hour with just the tiniest bit of suggestive pushing for Rumble that you would literally be all over his dick.

Scootaloo laughed into her hay fries. "Seriously Rumble? Dick measuring? I know how big your cock is. You know how big your own cock is. I'm sure half the town knows with how much I brag to everypony."

"Well." Rumble swallowed his mouthful of hay fries. "I didn't know how to approach the situation. I'm good with cute mares like you, not another stallion. I couldn't just stand on the couch and shove my penis into his mouth and say shucks I sure wish this was being sucked on right now!"

This prompted another laugh from Scoot, who was trying to keep her hayfries in her mouth. Pipsqueak turned a deep red. If Rumble had stood up and shoved that cock to his lips, he probably would have just blown him no questions asked.

"I can't believe this..." Pipsqueak finally said after another couple of minutes. Rumble tapped a small rolled up bag on the table with PS stenciled on it.

Hey pip you gonna eat this?

Pipsqueak tapped his stomach. "I'm not hungry anymore Rumble, go ahead."

"Cmon Rumble, control yourself." Scootaloo mockingly slapped his hoof away. Give Pip a break. It looks like he swallowed every drop!"

"I did." Muttered Pipsqueak.

"Whoa... That's alot. Hey Rumble, how much did he fit in his mouth?"

"Almost the whole thing."

Scoot let out a low whistle. "That's more than I can fit. I can barely get to the ring."

"Thanks for the compliment..." Pip mused, actually feeling kind of proud about it.

"No problem..." Scoot eyed him up and down. "Did Rumble get you off?

"I haven't orgasmed yet, no," replied Pip.

"Ugh, rude." Scoot scrunched her face up at Rumble. "Pip gets you off, and you don't return the favor?

This line of questioning immediately piqued Pipsqueaks interest.

"I'm not really into sucking dick," Rumble said quietly.

"Woow!" Scootaloo lightly slapped Rumble with her wing. "Pip sucked your dick!"

"And it felt really nice."

"And you don't want to return the favor? Least you could do is get him off!"

That reasoning put Rumble into a few moments silence, tossing the idea around in his head. "...Yeah, you're right. I guess I can use my hooves or something..."

Rumble." Scoot scooched over and lifted Rumbles muscular foreleg up. It looked large and heavy in her hold. "Rumble, you don't even like touching yourself with these big clodhoppers, and you're offering to put these all over Pip's little dick?"

"No offense." she quickly glanced at Pipsqueak.

"None taken." Pip sighed, stroking his little prick, which was slowly getting hard at the thought of some needed attention from the stallion of his fantasies.

"Well I-" Began Rumble, withdrawing his hoof.

"Well nothing. C'mon Rumble, its the principle of the thing. I don't leave you with blueballs after I get eaten out. Give Pip a blowjob or I won't give you any head, or use my wings or anything for a week.

Rumble grumbled his displeasure, but relented. He started clearing off the fast food wrappers on the cushion to make space.

"I hate how cum tastes though."

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. "Nopony said you had to swallow! Here." Scoot gulped the last of her sprite and handed Rumble the empty cup. "Spit when he cums."

Pipsqueak clambered onto the sofa. He was careful to avoid squishing his stomach. It was still bloated and churning full of stallion cum.

"You hate how it tastes? So you've done this before?" Inquired Pipsqueak.

"Not exactly." Rumble blushed.

Scootaloo grinned hugely. "So, this one time I was sucking Rumble's dick, and instead of me trying to swallow any of it, I tell him to just pull out before he cums and let me take it all over my face. So he blows his load and gets it all over my face. I mean I WAS COATED! I looked like Sweetie Belle if she were melting."

Pipsqueak found that analogy incredibly easy to visualize for some reason.

"So," continued Scootaloo, "while I'm cleaning myself off, I scoop off a big fat glob-full of it that was dripping onto my chest, and put it in my mouth."

Rumble snorted in disgust.

"So, when I'm all cleaned up I walk back to Rumble in bed, snuggle right up to his chest, and start giving him little kisses on the lips. When he opens his mouth to kiss me back, I shove my tongue in with a mouthfull of his cum! You should have seen the look on his face!"

Scootaloo grabbed her sides and started laughing her head off.

Pipsqueak bit his hoof to contain his laughter, not wanting to laugh right at the face of the stallion who would soon have his mouth around his penis.

"Absolutely disgusting." Rumble contorted his face into a grimace. "I had just brushed my teeth too."

"Aw quit your bellyaching and give Pip his blowjob already, Rumble."

Pip leaned backwards in preparation for his blowjob. Despite having a really bloated belly, it wasn't so bloated that it obscured his penis. He bit his lip in anticipation as Rumble lowered his head. One of his ultimate fantasies was about to come true. It couldn't be more perf-

"Holy shit your dick is so small! Exclaimed Scootaloo.

Pip flushed red in shame. Almost perfect.

"I mean, yeah, sorry. You're a small stallion as it is. I'm just used to Rumble, and the stallion attached to it."

"Rumble stuck his tongue out at Scootaloo, then, turned his head and licked up Pipsqueak's meager length in one long smooth lick.

"Oooh!" Pipsqueak gasped, his little dick twitching in response to Rumble's tongue. It was heavenly, feeling those strong ministrations to his previously unattended erection. Even his tongue was big, and Pip could feel a lot of it against his flesh. Pipsqueak reckoned that it was about half the size of his own cock.

Rumble licked again, more slowly this time, and Pipsqueak shuddered, figuring it might be a little longer than he judged.

"Its not an ice pop, Rumble! C'mon, get in there!"

Spurred on by Scootaloo, Rumble opened his maw wide and engulfed the whole length.

Pip gasped.

If this was a dream he never wanted to wake up.

Rumbles tongue was everywhere, and his lips were locked at the base of his diminutive cock. He felt the warm heat encompassing his shaft, the slithery feeling of his hot tongue, and the strong suction of those lips pressing onto his skin. Pipsqueak rested his hooves on top of Rumbles head, completely overwhelmed.

Just a few minutes later, he felt his balls tightening and his shaft surge, and before he could even utter a warning Pipsqueak came harder that he ever had before in his life.

And then it was over.

Rumble withdrew from Pipsqueak's mouth as soon as the last twitch had stopped. He leaned his head over and and spit the load into Scootaloo's empty cup.

"That's it?" Scoot said in disappointment, looking into the cup. "I thought you had more in ya, Pip."

Pipsqueak merely sighed, leaning back with a satisfied smile on his face. "I wish."

"You're not much of a stallion. Rumble would have overflowed this cup in like, three, or so spurts."

Rumble mhmed, swishing water around his mouth and spitting it into the cumcup.

"Yeesh! How do you cum so much? I mean, I know you're a big guy and all, but you have loads like a zebra!"

"Good diet and exercise," shrugged Rumble.

"And a mix of different herbs that he eats that just so happens to give him bigger loads and longer orgasms." Scootaloo straddled Rumbles chest, tracing a hoof along the outlines of the rippling muscle beneath his coat. Just one of the many awesome things about my stallion."

Feeling content with the answer, Pipsqueak snuggled himself into the couch in a more relaxing position, eyeing the small Pegasus sitting on the larger. They were whispering quietly to each other, and despite the proximity, Pip didn't care to listen in to the conversation. The comfortable fatigue that accompanied an orgasm was taking its hold on him, and he shut his eyes and let his mind wander.

Pipsqueak could hear goings on though. The ruffling of feathers. Scootaloo jumping off and running somewhere, then running right back, all amidst more ruffling feathers and heated whispering.

After another minute or so of this pip cracked one eye open to see that the two Pegasi were up to.

Scootaloo was still sitting on Rumbles chest, and Rumble was sporting another very hard, slick erection.

Pip opened both his eyes, and looked to Rumble and Scootaloo, both had their purple eyes locked with his browns.

"What's going on?" Pipsqueak asked carefully.

"Nothin' yet. Although Rumble was wondering if you'd be down for a round 2?"

Pipsqueak licked his lips, but shook his head.

'pologies, but if I pack anymore into my stomach I just might burst."

"Not in your mouth." Rumble said.

"In your ass." Finished Scootaloo.

You want to put that up me bum? Pipsqueak gestured to the throbbing spire of flesh he has struggled to handle with his mouth.

"Scoot does it all the time! And she can still walk straight!" Rumble boasted.

"I can open my mouth a great deal wider than my bum."

"Aw come off it ye bugger," mocked Scootaloo. "His cock is not actually made of steel. just feels like it is. There's some give!"

"You dont want me to mount you, Pipsqueak? Rumble said teasingly.

"I just dont think my body can take it..." Pipsqueak stared at Rumble hard, suspicious of this sudden enthusiasm. "Is this another bet?"

"More like a bribe." Rumble grinned.

Scootaloo placed a hand to her chest. "I promised Rumble something he always wanted, long as he gives you a good rutting. While I watch."

"Sooo?"

Previously, Rumble seemed disinterested in the scenario, but whatever it was that Scootaloo promised, had to be good. Rumble looked genuinely excited, not so much for the prospect of rutting Pipsqueak, but for what was to come afterwards.

Denying him of whatever that would be seemed wrong, but so did being treated like their gay fucktoy. Pipsqueak felt ashamed at how much that line of thinking turned him on. The prospect of it was stirring his erection.

"I'll take that as a yes!" Rumble picked up Scootaloo as if she were light as a pillow and placed her on the floor.

"Okay Rumble," Pipsqueaks eyes traveled upwards as the stallion loomed over him. "How are we uh-"

"Bend over." Ordered Rumble.

Pipsqueak did as he was told, turning himself over and draping his forelegs over the arm of the couch, propping his ass up.

"Move your tail out of the way, Pip."

"Okay." Pip swished his tail aside, exposing himself. His full stomach swayed beneath, squashing into the couch a little.

This was the first time Pip would be doing anal, and before this, Pip had used a small dildo before. Pip told Rumble so.

Rumble assured that pip would live to see another day. Rumble planted his hooves on the spaces next to pips head. The smaller stallion traced his eyes up along the leg, eyeing the contours of the thick muscles bulging along, and up to his chest.

Pipsqueak heard his stomach gurgle again. He hoped he'd live to see another day.

"Oooooh!" Pipsqueak felt the head of Rumble's cock pressing against his ponut;slick and warm and smearing pre all over it. "Aaah!"

A grunt from Rumble above, and the cockhead pushed in.

"AAAAAH!!"Pip shouted and arched his back. Rumble was sliding more and more of himself into Pipsqueaks tight channel. Pip felt a fullness he had never felt before in his life.

And there was still more hot cock sinking into him.

Pips mouth open and shut soundlessly. His heart was pounding, and he could barely think. All he could focus on was the raw sensation of being filled with so much cock. Rumble stopped sliding forwards and sighed, hilting himself inside. Pipsqueak could feel him throbbing gently, squirting more hot precum with every pulse.

Is... Is it in all the way? Asked Pipsqueak with a heated gasp.

"Only up to the ring," grunted rumble, grinding himself against Pipsqueak. "Feels like all that's gonna fit." Rumble punctuated fit with a short, hard thrust, which elicited a girlish squeal from Pipsqueak.

Rumble began pistoning in and out of Pipsqueak, similar to the throatfuck from before but with much smoother and longer strokes. Every vein and bump registered in Pips head, and the hot round ring bapping his ponut every thrust only spurred on more light gasps and high pitched mewling.

Pipsqueak was so utterly lost in pleasure that he didn't realize Scootaloo was busy watching and pleasuring herself until he heard her own gasping moans. The petite mare was furiously rubbing her slit and clearly enjoying watching Pipsqueak being fucked.

Another particularly hard thrust and Pipsqueaks entire body jolted forward, his swollen belly pressing against the armrest. Pip whined, unable to touch himself; he was going to cum any second now but he was unable to do anything but take it. Rumbles forelegs didn't budge from their position, like two pillars of iron situated on each side of Pips head. Pipsqueak tilted his head and peppered Rumbles hoof with small, desperate kisses.

"HEY! I've got a better idea for your mouth, Pip."

Scootaloo flew up to the arm of the couch and shoved her sopping pussy into Pipsqueaks' face. Since her ass was hanging in midair, Scoot wrapped her hind legs around Pips head, and threw her forelegs around Rumbles shoulders for support.

Pipsqueak was unable to voice his surprise with his snout now buried into Scootaloo's pussy, and began to lick, lap and suckle at everything laid out before him. He must have been doing a good job, (or Scoot was on the verge) because the worked up Pegasus immediately seized up and flooded his face with her hot juices, beating the side of his face with frenzied wingflaps.

A few thrusts more, and Pips orgasm overtook him, and jettisoned a few small streams of cum against the couch cushion. The orgasm was so intense that his muffled scream sent off another chain reaction orgasm from Scootaloo, who howled out and drenched Pipsqueaks snout a second time.

The next seven minutes or seemed to last seven hours. With every waking second bringing higher and higher plateaus of pleasure. Scootaloo had cum so many times that Pips head looked as if it were dunked in water. Pipsqueak felt raw, used and thoroughly spent from all the fucking.

Finally, another minute after Pipsqueak had spurt another watery, weak orgasm into the couch, Rumble grunted loudly and held himself firm against Pipsqueaks rear, unleashing another gigantic load of hot spunk into the already overstuffed stallion. Pipsqueaks belly churned as it expanded even more, pushing into the armrest and couch cushion and smearing his previous loads against his growing stomach. Pipsqueak announced his pleasure in a low whine. He'd never felt anything like this before, and as more and more cum was pumped inside, he never wanted it to end.

"Whew... Oh fuck I needed that." Scootaloo flapped her wings and removed herself from Pipsqueaks drenched face. "Damn Rumble, you worked at number on pip. I don't think he can even move now. His belly looks like Mrs. Cake's back when she was carrying her twins!"

Rumble grunted in response, grinding his hips into Pipsqueak a little more. He didn't feel any less erect.

"Hold on a sec before you pull out." Scootaloo flew somewhere behind Rumble and started digging through a drawer. "Okay pull out."

Just like that, Rumble pulled himself out of Pipsqueaks no doubt ruined asshole. The empty sensation Pipsqueak expected was cut short by the feeling of a cold hard something pushing its way back in an inch or so. It was very much the opposite of a warm, throbbing cock.

"Yikes!" Pip yelped. "What the hay is that?!"

"Pip, relax. Lemme explain what it is. Besides," Scootaloo tapped her hoof against Pipsqueaks distended stomach, "you're not trotting off anywhere soon."

Scootaloo leaned back and scooched herself up on Rumble until she was laying on his chest, her head nestled under his chin. Rumble nipped her ear and rested his hoof on her belly.

"So, where do I begin..."